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Natalie grimaced as she glanced over at her partner in crime, Hamilton. After Evan… they were all the more eager to discover just what lurked within that apartment.
Evan had given them all valuable information, and had paid the price for it most certainly, yet had wasted those last few precious seconds of mobility on such a stupid reminder. Actually it was barely a reminder at all, his fingers had been practically useless, and autocorrect had further messed up an already incomprehensible message.
The pair approached the apartment. It was pretty nondescript to the untrained eye, but even as Natalie examined even closer, there honestly seemed to be nothing out of place. She walked further up the front steps, ever cautious of where she shined her flashlight, the only source of brightness on such a dark moonless night.
Hamilton shadowed her movements, watching where she stepped and coming up behind. They swapped as Hamilton would be the most likely to survive should there be trap triggered by the door opening.
He picked the lock and jumped backwards- but there was nothing there. Natalie walked forward and as per procedure walked though the apartment checking as they went. Hamilton was just about to search the cupboard when a tall figure was illuminated by Natalie's flashlight.
He walked forward gracefully, each step calculated and smooth. A finger flicked the light on, his face was now fully visible. Oh My God. Natalie had the feeling that this man could convince her to hand over her Prada and she wouldn't bat an eye for fear that this stunning beauty would disappear.
She assumed Hamilton's eyes too were riveted on the mysterious man for she heard no sound from him. So this was what Evan meant when he said they were beautiful.
Even as she stood there, enraptured by him, she felt the overwhelming urge to both go up to touch his face, and to run screaming from the room. There was this surge of godlike power ebbing from him, for the first time in years, genuine fear started to flow over her awe and in to her heart.
She tore her eyes away from him and took a step back, only to feel a hard body behind her. She whipped around to see no one there. Hamilton now approached her, "Did you see that man?" Natalie swallowed loudly, nodding "Wow right?"
"Yeah." Hamilton still looked awed, a moment of silence passed.
"Can you see where he went?"
He shook his head, "I looked to me like he just… disappeared."
She inhaled deeply, breathing out after a few seconds in an attempt to calm herself.
"We now know what they look like at least, I don't think I could ever forget that." Natalie's British accent was clipped and professional, assessing the situation.
"Right, so what now? We came here to check the apartment out and we've done that, I think we should go back and relay what we learned."
Natalie shook her head defiantly. "No, when that man appears again we should question him. The opportunity to get answers is right in front of us."
"He already knows we're here Natalie! We should leave while we can, besides, your brother will kill me if you get hurt."
She still resisted, "At least let's look for Amy, she might be here and if there's a chance we can get her back, we have to take it."
"Five minutes, then we get out of here. Keep an eye out for that man."
Natalie relented, and walked off, not bothering to answer. She heard Hamilton's sigh come from the next room and smiled briefly to herself.
A few minutes later she was still searching a bedroom when she heard Hamilton cry out. Natalie rushed to him, and found him being embraced the strange man. Hamilton was thrashing wildly, yet the man's grip did not yield.
She sprinted around so she could see his face, his wide panicked eyes met hers before shutting, his body falling limp, the man's lips pressed to his neck. Natalie had no idea what was happening but she knew she had to at least try disable that man.
After all who could be that strong for Holt not to have any effect on him? The second the thought entered her head he let go of Hamilton and grabbed her by the shoulders, his mouth reaching for her neck.
Two sharp stings pierced the tender skin between her neck and collarbone, drawing the rubies from her veins. The more the man drank the weaker she felt, her life becoming harder and harder to hold in her perfectly manicured hands.
A sweet feminine voice wafted up from the now exposed doorway, "Having dinner early Luke? Couldn't you have saved one for me?"
Luke dropped her onto the ground and turned to face the woman, "My apologies, I found these two checking out the apartment, I got into a bit of a frenzy. But they are not yet drained, there is still enough should you want a snack."
Natalie mustered the strength to open her eyes, twisting from her position facedown in the floor and wriggling over to Hamilton. Raising two fingers to his pulse, she sighed quietly in relief and the slow, but steady rhythm.
As silently as she could, Natalie slung an arm beneath his hulking shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position. Glancing up she noticed with shock that the pair were staring at them, her gaze flicked over to the woman who had just entered, and she stopped breathing, she had never in her life seen anything so very beautiful, the looks of the newcomer exceeding even the godlike man beside her.
No this woman was no god, she was light, the stars, the moon, the galaxy all rolled into one face, her eyes the most stunning green, hair the most brilliant red. It almost hurt to look at her, to see the whole universe reflected in her features. All good, all evil trapped between the lips of an angel.
When the initial shock wore off, Natalie begun to see the ghost of a human face, who she used to be, who she might still be beneath her haunting mask. Amy.
Amy Cahill didn't know what to think as she beheld Natalie and Hamilton lying on the floor, each with half their leg in the afterworld. "Luke, call an ambulance."
He gaped, "Why so? No need to complicate things, just eat up an I'll dispose of the bodies like usual." An expression of horror crossed Hamilton's face and Amy pressed on, "I'd rather not be responsible for eating my cousins thank you very much, now would you please just call an ambulance?"
Luke snorted but complied, dismissing her relatives, She turned back to them and spoke softly, "Are you guy's ok?" Hamilton could barely move, but was able to with Natalie's help awkwardly flopped an arm around Amy's shoulder. Amy gave him a brief hug, the scent of his blood so close causing her to stiffen, almost incapable of repeating the motion with Natalie.
Hamilton was still staring slack jawed at Amy, so Natalie replied, voice quivering slightly, "I think so, but you need to talk, now."
Amy nodded, wondering how much she should say, "Well firstly I didn't want to become this, after I pretty much killed myself, in the milliseconds before I died, Luke," She gestured to him, still on the phone, "Injected me with a modified serum, and I became this. My heart doesn't beat, I- I'm incredibly strong and fast now. There are still a lot of people who want me dead, and have occupied me the past few days…" Amy only explained the brief outline, still edgy about giving them the raw facts.
Natalie quickly sensed this and brought it to attention, "You've practically told us nothing Amy, what are you avoiding?"
Amy just shook her head, "I'm afraid to."
On the one hand a part of her was aching to, to scare them, so she knew that they would be safe and away from her, too disgusted with what she had become to stand to be near her. Maybe after knowing she fed upon the blood of humans, they would just forget about her. But against all good moral sense, she chose the cowards way out.
"It comes with a lot of anger problems, I've… I've killed so many more people since, without even a decent reason, it just grips your thoughts so hard you can barely think."
In that moment she became the most selfish being ever to walk on this earth, endanger the lives of her family for want of mere company, trick them into pitying her so even Natalie, as a Lucian, wouldn't suspect anything. Even the pain that was probably visible on her face right now was just going to be passed off as mere grief for her kills.
Natalie bought it, "It's not all that surprising really, especially with your skill set… just how strong are you now?"
Amy allowed herself a smile, "Strong enough to thrash Hammy in an arm wrestle."
Ham grinned, gathering his voice, "You're on- as soon as I can move…W-what did he do to me anyway?"
Amy's already pale skin whitened further.
"And what did you mean 'you rather not eat us?" Natalie pressed on.
Amy tried to exhale to calm herself only to find she hadn't inhaled enough air to exhale and just ended up choking on air. "Nothing really."
Natalie didn't buy it, "What's the worst thing that he could have been doing?"
Um… sucking you blood then disposing you body in a ravine, usually too mangled to be recognised?
Amy feigned relenting, "It was a joke between us, the killing… it leashes the anger and both of us feel better if said people aren't necessarily innocent."
Hamilton nodded, remarkably able to form coherent words in her presence, "I guess that makes sense…but… are you going to come back?"
Amy's heart plummeted, already knowing the answer to the question she was about to ask, "Back where?"
"Home, you could see Dan, everyone misses you so much."
Where Ian isn't, where she could kill all of them.
Amy shook her head vigorously, certain her features were contorted with horror, "No, no, no I can't. Tell Dan I love him but can't be near him. If I'm angry I could kill him, or anyone else accidentally."
Hamilton looked annoyed, "Then we'll make sure there's always someone to restrain you."
Anger rose in her chest, "You can't! There's no one who can!" In her fury her words tumbled out of her mouth in ferocious storms. "Being around humans is excruciating! Do you have any idea how hard it would be? And what it would mean for me if I killed one of you? As if you could stop me!" She stood up in one swift movement too fast for their eyes to pick up, and punched a hole through the brick wall, right next to where Luke had months before. Hamilton's eyes bugged out, glancing at her hands, completely unscathed. She took a few deep, calming breaths and walked slowly back to her cousins, plopping herself on the floor a good couple feet away from them. "I'll stop by one time, with Luke just in case. He at least can restrain himself."
Natalie was still staring at her when the paramedics came and took them away into a waiting ambulance. When they questioned them on how they were hurt, Amy just sidestepped into their thoughts and ensured they all decided to just drop the subject.
On the way into the stretcher, Natalie scraped her hand on a piece of discarded glass, that neither Luke nor Amy had bothered to clean up and cursed at the blood now bubbling from the cut. Amy froze as the scent of tangy blood wafted into her nostrils. Natalie and Hamilton looked over at her in confusion, but she didn't move, not allowing herself to run towards the crimson liquid, but, not having the strength to step away.
The paramedics started noticing her, as Amy's metal grip on them weakened, more and more were drawn to her enchanting face, frozen in agony. Luke glanced over, and after seeing Amy groaned audibly and walked over, not breathing. He tugged on her arm, drawing her back onto the shadows.
Amy resisted at first but then went along pushing back into the thoughts of the nurses and directing them back to her cousins. Oh she was so very screwed. Walking back inside, she picked up the shard of glass, unable to resist licking off the excess blood still sticking to the glass. Glancing at her reflection she tried a smile. It even threw her off, she was… even more stunning then before… and… "Ahhh!"
Between her lips , two pale white fangs were now protruding, she had never seen that before, not even on Luke. She wished they weren't so visible… and suddenly they weren't. Well wasn't that lovely, retractable fangs. This whole fiend thing was messed up, so many loose ends not tied, questions not answered. She strode through the rooms approaching Luke, Her defiant voice cut through the silence, "Tell me about my father."
Ian was certain he was going to die, Evan had already, and it was not going to be long before they came for him too.
At least he wouldn't be able to retell anything Ian had told him about him, about Amy. A shiver ran down his spine, upsetting his stomach again. He breathed in deeply and exhaled. He was almost certain Amy had turned into one of these beasts… Ian really didn't know what to think about that.
On the one hand… Amy was alive!- Sort of, but would she be the same person? Did this… did it take away emotions? Even Irina had possessed some, but now she was devoid of anything. If he ever saw his beloved Amy again… would he be greeted by a cold smile and a knife in his heart?
She used to worry about her conscience, said that is was fraying away at the edges. Her greatest fear was that someone would find that one thread, and it would unravel completely, and only a cold, empty shell would remain. Maybe it had already happened.
Even so Ian refused to think that he couldn't arouse some kind of… moral sense in her. He used to think that the day their conscience's finally shrivelled up and died, would never come. If anything the fear of psychopathy was one of the main reasons they had both stayed sane, Ian had never thought she would be the first to cross that line.
She had had her demons, hell they all had, Amy's were just stronger, harder to overcome. She wasn't the only to wake up screaming after everything she did, but she was the one to suffer the most for it.
It was funny how even the kindest, most compassionate people could be turned into a living weapon, the strongest person could be broken, and was the people who made these monsters, they were the ones who were damned, the creator, not the creation. Who ever changed Amy… for all their strength, it wouldn't be enough to prevent him from killing them.
A loud growl interrupted his thoughts, Ian looked down at his sunken stomach and sighed, apparently they forgot food. And that he needed it to live. Didn't those things even eat? Never mind that he had to get out.
He would rather die than be used against Amy, only now was that becoming a real scary possibility. The door opposite him splintered open, bits of wood showered over him. A very very angry Irina stormed though, face contorted with unfathomable fury, her icy orbs were dark, seemingly devouring him.
This was it.
After everything he had endured he was going to die at the hand of a genetically enhanced psycho who used to take care of him, it had a weird kind of circular effect, the one who practically raised him, would be the one to kill him.
Natalie, Amy I love you. He took a deep breath and faced her, emotionless. "Your little girlfriend is going to have to pay for what she's done." she snarled. That confirmed his suspicions, she really had become one of them, and by the sounds of it was fighting like hell.
"What might that be?" He was going to die anyway, why shouldn't he get a few last jabs in? If anything it should count towards a faster death, something Lucians tended to have difficulty giving people.
She didn't deign him with a response. Irina's hand shot out to his leg and she dragged him outside, head thumping every rock, and tree they went past. Her nostrils were white, as if something had been stuffed up them to prevent her scent working.
Now she smiled viciously, her hands ever so slowly reaching for a knife sheathed at her side, her anger calmed into something much much worse, honed into a deadly weapon.
She bent over him, "Amy did this to you, everything you're about to experience is because of her, its her who hurt you. It's her that will kill you."
Ian's dignity betrayed him after the tenth slice in his flesh, when his lungs let loose a bloodcurdling scream of pain, when he begged and sobbed for mercy. Irina had chosen the intimacy of a dagger over fist, why? So he would feel the pain, knowing she was so close but he was powerless against her. To feel her breath on his skin and know with every second bringing him closer to death, that it was over. He was gone.
When his vocal chords shattered, and the only noise he was able to make was a broken shriek, the mere expelling of air in his last desperate moments. Irina never relented, snapping his bones like twigs, excruciatingly slow.
Ian held on to the last thread of life he had, gripping it with all his might before she ripped it in two. Ian was falling, falling, numbness spreading though his veins like ice, his mind was gone too, destroyed. There was no coming back from this. Darkness enveloped him trapping him where there were no stars, no night or day.
An eternal prisoner of death's shadowy oblivion. His last thought had been of anticipation for his end, and for the day Amy returned the favour to Irina.
The first cringe of light was just breaking over the horizon when Ian's body was dumped, bloody and tortured almost beyond recognition on the side of the road. It would be weeks before the authorities finally found him, all there was now of his arrogant, charismatic, but strong self was a carcass of decaying bones, and rotting skin.
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